LITTLE FIGHTER

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POEM – LITTLE FIGHTER

10 years old.

So naive and easy to mold.

The sun has gone under.

It’s time to meet the monster.

He says he’ll make her feel happy.

“Tonight will be the night, the night I show you happy”.

Her young heart breaks and ages by ten.

Reality of his happy draws in her mind like a pen.

Making tea in the kitchen.

For his wife and his children.

Fear shakes in and trembles down her hands.

She knows what she heard but hardly understands.

What will she do when he comes knocking.

She was born a fighter to take on what is coming.

She runs runs runs she runs up to the tower.

She shouts shouts shouts pointing out the monster.

No one is gonna hurt her.

She may be 10 but she’s a damn little fighter.

Poem by Sarah Martin
Art by @andreea_ionela_berindei

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SENSUAL SALVATION

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POEM – SENSUAL SALVATION

Careless expressions of my intense wants projected in my dreams.

Travels down my spine and curls round to further flood my streams.

Tingling sensations slips between my lips.

The heat intensifies to make me tilt my hips.

Eyes wide open from this magical consummation.

It was not a dream as I look up at my royal salvation.

Poem by Sarah Martin

Art by Paula Justus http://fineartamerica.com/profiles/paula-justus.html

OUR OCEAN

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POEM – OUR OCEAN

Your love was as profound as the naked ocean.

Your heart was locked in mine with catalyst devotion.

Just like all oceans our tide began to alter.

It started to swallow our forever after.

You don’t look at me like you used to.

The pure love is now diluted and has split in two.

I sleep with you by my side each night.

But you are now a stranger and I don’t recognise your light.

It’s clear our seabed has finally run dry.

The only thing that may save us may be the tears that I cry.

Poem by Sarah Martin
Art by @digital_editz

STARS NEVER FORGET

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POEM – STARS NEVER FORGET

Dive deep into my love.

Hide away from the clouds above.

You can breath in my waters it’s okay.

My kisses will keep from drowning as we dance away.

Show you all the magical places in my heart.

Let you feel what it means to be loved from the start.

Our initials carved in the sun will glow so the stars never forget.

We will create memories that will be seen by millions in each sunset.

I will hold your hand when the tide is low or high.

I will keep you safe from harm until the day I die.

Poem by Sarah Martin

SORRY

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POEM – SORRY

No road is long enough to walk.

No conversation is too complex to talk.

But this unlabelled and arduous journey must come to an end.

This heart can no longer pretend.

It needs to bleed out then be free.

Free from hope of a maybe or what could be.

They are now no longer prisoners.

Their lives can now open for new visitors.

Hello can be said someday when wounds have healed.

For now pretence can be evoked to keep the bottle sealed.

Emotions have feelings.

Feelings can only keep boiling till they hit their ceilings.

She would say she is sorry.

But she is not as it’s the right word for this story.

It’s sorry.

Poem by Sarah Martin @ sugaroc
Art by @artofdavidwalker

PRAYER TO SAINT MICHAEL

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POEM – PRAYER TO SAINT MICHAEL

His desert land subconsciously craves her waters.

To flow between each grain of sand and touch the edge of his borders.

To cool down the dry hot weight of the sun’s unforgiving rays.

Make the clouds gather and pour down rain for days and days.

Open bare naked to the footsteps of the absent ones.

Seeking shelter or a place to rest their desperate tongues.

Their visits are never welcome.

But one by one they help to make him numb.

Their hunger for affection perpetuates the vicious cycle.

Each night when the moon rises he is able to pray to Saint Michael.

Ask that his true love returns into his world and flood his core of her happy once again.

Each day he waits for the night to ascend.

So he may at least be close to her till his end.

Poem by Sarah Martin
Digital edit by @digital_editz

LOST SOUL

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POEM – LOST SOUL

He unwillingly strays from the beaten path and wonders off in his way alone.

Escaping away from the plight he will one day no longer be able to postpone.

He knows better but has no strength not to stray.

And so the clouds gather and his sky turns dark gray.

His uncontrollable thoughts fills his soul with fear.

The smallest of smiles he can master turns into that one tear.

Like the lost sheep he wonders into the dark forest that has no end.

He gets lost with no one to hold his hand like that friend.

By hell or high water that day will come.

Where his lost soul will be led back home.

Poem by @ Sugaroc (Sarah Martin)
Painting by @1kbronfeliz